Along the Garden Path by yellow-tulips, literature
Literature
Along the Garden Path
Tulips for my birthplace,
Cold and green and perfect.
Apple blossoms for my home,
Hours spent in that tree in my backyard.
Hibiscuses for my grandmother,
So in love with Hawaii.
Carnations for my dad,
A gift to his girls "just because."
Bird-of-Paradise for my mom,
A garden once lovingly tended, now grown wild.
Sunflowers for my friends,
Helping each other reach for Heaven.
Red roses for a man who loved me,
Love I tried so hard to return.
Periwinkles for my dogs,
Trampled by all the wrestling matches.
Daisies for my childhood,
Crowns during soccer practice.
Wildflowers for my love of backpacking,
My own corner of Eden.
Jas
What the Eagle Doesn't Know by yellow-tulips, literature
Literature
What the Eagle Doesn't Know
My daughter, do you know
What the eagle searches for?
My daughter, do you ever wonder
Why does he take to the sky every day?
And returns only when his goal proves too high?
I can show you what he longs to find
If you trust me.
The halls of heaven,
The paths among the stars.
Worlds and wonders
Beyond what even the eagle can know.
You can fly as he does, my daughter.
I can show you, if you trust me.
For I can carry you on my wings
Higher than the tallest cloud,
Beyond the farthest star.
But, my daughter, it hurts me to say,
I cannot come all the way to you.
I can almost touch you,
But you have to take the last step yourself.
Ask and You Shall Recieve by yellow-tulips, literature
Literature
Ask and You Shall Recieve
I asked for strength
He gave me trials to make me strong
I asked for wisdom
He gave me problems to solve
I asked for peace
He gave me conflicts to settle
I asked for answers
He asked me questions
I asked for joy
He showed me His Creation
I asked for love
He opened His arms
I asked for forgiveness
He gave me His Son
A wolf's pawprint
Soon covered with snow.
Forgotten.
He was here, but no longer.
He wanders, pays no mind to where he has been
Or who will remember him.
A flower breaks through the frost.
It will soon die,
Leave room for ones yet more lovely.
Each will defeat the snow, determined.
Your footprints.
Not like the wolf.
You do not leave a place,
Never to return.
The flowers decorate the white expanse every year.
And even when they do not, the plant still lives.
Nothing to Be Frightened Of by yellow-tulips, literature
Literature
Nothing to Be Frightened Of
Black
Void
Infinite
Death
Endless
All so Terrifying
Moon and stars shine bright against Black
Beyond, a place Void of hate
In which there is Infinite possibilities
Where Death only means more life
Endless love and joy
Not so Terrifying, is it?